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Jiang Yanli was often alone while her brothers ran around causing trouble in the Cloud Recessess. At first it was nothing but Lan Xichen's naturally hospitable nature that made him seek her out. “I hope you are finding everything you need here,” he said with a small smile while she nodded shyly. She had a quiet presence that took a while to understand. She was like those light clouds that seem to blend in with the whiteness of the sky, but not favor-less, he decided, when he finally got his mouth on her.
“Ohh,” she said as he licked her folds and moved his fingers to hold her open for his eyes. It had taken several gentle walks, a dozen increasingly intimate conversations to get here. It wasn’t like she fell into his lap, not like those girls in Caiyi Town that were happy enough to let him push up their legs or squirmed prettily on his prick. It was just that he was very good at it, and it would be a pity to let his skill rust. He had decided early on to hone it instead like anything: his calligraphy, his cultivation, the art of holding a conversation.
His Uncle approved of his diligence in other things, but need not know of this particular aspect of it.
It had come as a shock when she admitted about three months into their acquaintance that she was a virgin.
“Never?” he asked gently. He’d found he could say many outrageous things as long as he did it gently. “You’ve never had a man—or a woman—between those beautiful legs?”
“No,” she rushed out, her hands twisting together. “I’m not like that.”
“You mean like those whores in the brothels of town?”
“How—” her mouth fell open. “How can you talk like that?”
“Should I watch my tongue around you because you are a delicate woman unused to such language?”
“That’s what people do,” but she was frowning as if it was hitting her that it wasn’t right to be treated in such a way.
“I want to treat you like anyone else.”
She watched him with her meek eyes. It was sweet, so sweet.
“Would you touch me—” she was stuttering now, but not backing down, which made him furiously happy. “Would you touch me like I was just anyone?”
“I’d touch you like,” and he moved closer to breathe against her cheek, “a whore in a brothel.”
Her mouth fell open, and she trembled.
“Or would you rather be treated like something precious, a jade ornament? I can do that, too.”
Her hand came to hold his head against her breast as he moved down to mouth her nipple.
“Which would I like better? I’m not sure. Oh,” she said.
“Hm.” Her robes were wet now with his saliva. “Let’s try one and see if you like it.”
He treated her like his whore first. He pushed her down to the ground behind a tree and waited to see if she protested. She stayed quiet, though she was breathing hard. He tugged down her robes at the neck and kissed her and mouthed her skin until it was reddened and raw.
“Should I stop?” he said.
“No.” She closed her eyes and scratched a nail behind his ear. He hummed in pleasure. She was a natural really, so good at taking it. He bent down to her nipple and bit her through the cloth. She cried out. He loved it so much that he did it again before moving to lift up her robes, tug off her shoes, and push down her trousers. He pulled her legs apart.
“What a good girl you are,” he said and played with the dripping wetness he found between her legs. “Your pussy is soaking wet for me.”
She moaned as he spread her apart. He bent down to lick into her. He loved the way pussy felt under his tongue and how his lips got when he was between a woman’s legs, with her bared to him, and the pubic hair tangled and messy. She was making these mewling sounds that made his cock twitch. He got a hand on himself and stroked while eating her.
He couldn’t forget that no one had ever touched her as he licked her clit. She liked it enough that her legs tried to hold him there. He sucked her harder and felt her tremble under him. He used his hands to lift her up into his mouth. The juices were dripping down his chin now as he pushed his tongue into her. He used his nails and scratched her thighs until she gasped, half in pleasure and half in pain. He kissed her folds and nosed her pubic hair before stroking a finger at her entrance. His cock felt excruciating hard as he moved his mouth back and forth. She was begging for it shamelessly.
“Please,” she said in a trembling voice. “I want it.”
He fingered and licked her until his face was wet with sweat and her juices.
She yelled, “It’s coming—” and squirted on his face.
“You’re amazing,” he said in admiration as he licked her clean afterwards. She was shaking, and her face was messy with tears. “A natural fuck, a beautiful little whore.”
She blushed and smiled at him.